Today I am rather ill, and so is my computer, or to be exact, my internet connection. My internet connection does still work, but only some of the time. There are regular interruptions, an earlier manifestation of which I suspect of having helped to cause those database problems.

My illness was cause by me swallowing a toothbrush bristle, which damaged my throat. That’s the second time this has happened recently. Am I going to have to start buying ridiculously expensive toothbrushes, and to throw them away more often?

So, to celebrate all this woe, here is a picture of nothing:

To be exact, that’s the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square, with nothing on it.

I preferred that arrangement, photoed in September, to what is there now, which is a elongated thumb. It’s supposed to be all about being positiv. Whenever artists say things like that you suspect ironic distance. But whatever the wording for this thing, I just don’t like how it looks. I preferred Nothing.

The good news is that nothing on the Fourth Plinth is now permanent. By which I mean not that it always has nothing there, like in September, but that no thing ever stays there permanently. If you like whatever it is, you can photo it and remember it fondly. If not, you can forget about it.